Supernatural One Shots

Love and Peril / Sam

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Pairing(s): Sam Winchester and Y/N (Dating)

Warning(s): Fighting, arguing, and smut.

Plot: Sam and Y/N are driving back to the bunker after a rough hunt, where Sam is almost really hurt. An argument happens, which leads to other fun things. (Very loosely based on the beginning of episode 10, season 13, where Sam and Y/N take the case instead of the Wayward Sisters.)

Sam Winchester is going to be the death of me.

The week started like any other: going on a hunting trip, just minus Dean and Castiel, who were already working on another case. Working in groups means less support, meaning more chances for something to go wrong. Typically, I'm not too fond of this dynamic, but I craved some much-needed alone time with Sam, my boyfriend, even if I only get it while we're working.

I had found a case in Iowa, following the leads of several kidnappings which resulted in the victims turning up torn to pieces in various places in a close national park, the most recent being the disappearance of a young girl named Amanda Fitzmartin. Amanda's mom was going to great lengths to gather attention to her daughter's disappearance, catching my eye when the pattern aligned with the other kidnappings in the area.

Sam and I quickly got on the road, settling in a worn-down motel close to the crime scene. Research started in the library, leading us to speak to the families of the deceased, the morgue, and then Amanda's mom. It seemed easy; from what the two of us gathered with the deceased and the patterns around them, it was a werewolf pack. Small. Manageable. It was an easy win for the two of us.

Music filled the car, the surrounding air thick with anticipation as Sam drove us to where we believed the pack to be hiding. Time ticked by, the two of us hardly speaking. I had a guttural feeling that something would happen, that things wouldn't go as planned.

"This doesn't feel right, Sam..." I muttered, looking over at him in the driver's seat.

Sam's eyes briefly met mine, then returned to the road. "Y/N, there's no need to worry. This is just another routine case, repeating what we've done hundreds of times. Hopefully, we'll be headed back home in two hours before Dean and Cas, so we get some much-needed alone time." His words were meant to reassure me but only heightened my anticipation and unease. One of his hands left the steering wheel, finding mine and giving a gentle squeeze meant to provide comfort.

I nodded in response, trying my best to ignore how my stomach felt like it would crawl out of me. Instead, I did my best to focus on his thumb, gently rubbing circles on the back of my hand. I get this way sometimes, but I'm hardly ever wrong. Maybe it was because I felt off with missing two of our group's members.

Sam skillfully parked the car near the suspected house, our target. We believed it to be the lair of a pack, two members of which were known to be under the control of a man the town called Ed. He was a peculiar, rude figure, always accompanied by his two loyal followers in town. The air was thick with a sense of impending danger, and I couldn't shake the feeling that we were walking into a trap.

"We're here," Sam said, cutting the engine. The silence that followed was almost deafening after the car's steady rumble came to an end. "You ready?"

I nodded, my gaze darting between the shadows of the treeline surrounding the old house. "As ready as I can be."

Sam unbuckled his seatbelt, giving me one last look before opening his door, the cold night air rushing in. "We've got this, just a simple werewolf pack."

"We've got this," I echoed, stepping out of the car and joining Sam. We walked to the trunk, which Sam popped open to reveal an array of weapons. We both filled our choice of a gun with silver bullets, each grabbing a blade crafted specifically with silver.